Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.